0Last night, Andy had two friend spend the night. After spending over an hour spotting Christmas lights with Mike, they came back here. Early in the afternoon, I baked the skeleton of a gingerbread house. The boys arrived ready to decorate. Oh my. For some reason, I thought the older boys would be off doing their own things. Of course not. They helped decorate the house. Six boys running on pure sugar. Woo hoo. Nothing like a well executed plan, huh?
I had the boys decorate the gingerbread house while the pieces were flat on the table. This afternoon, I spent a LARGE amount of time cementing the walls into house form. It was fun. I was surprised by the boys’ restraint and dedication during the decorating phase. Maybe not to my taste, but they each had a plan and they were all true to their plan.
So, after “gluing” the walls together for a few hours and then adding the roof and letting that dry for a few hours, I thought I could move the house to the premier location in our house. And, that plan went horribly, sadly wrong.
Sad and horrible. Truly. And, I live in a mean family. They will never let me live this down.
I walked just a few steps and it just collapsed! Good news? No big pieces actually broke, so we’ll try again tomorrow. Provided I get off the the floor sometime soon.